Tearless

Sitting on my window sill
Watching the clouds
as they go their way

Not one of them in empathy
Not one of them compassionate

Dust is piling up and
not a drop is falling to
clean up this mess I’m in

Standing on an open field
Attracting lightning’s attention
as they hit the ground

Not one of them in fury
Not one of them powerful

Numbness prospering here
not a plant is hurt enough
to weep…